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All I cared about was much more than I could sayshe took her threatened eyes and lied a lie and walked awayit used to make me itch, used to thrash and snorenow I know it's not subsistence that I'm dying forI only this much, must be a girler tooDon't need no lies to trust your money cannot touchThusly a girler too your money cannot touchdon't need a man or crutch swear I ain't asking muchWhite light coming outta my head and it's (?)her mama told me that I gotta get offand she said (?)(?)his sister tied up under the bed(?) stupid (?)(?)White light coming outta my head and it's (?)her mama told me that I gotta get offshe said that just (?)because (?) (?) sister scratches under the bedand (?)(?)My first day at the corporation I learned new toolsMet new people and sat through hours of film on protocolI got six basic urges and not a one of them worth mentioning! Aus Songtexte Mania